Chang Xia's composition on touching eggs is 400 to 600 words.

Today is the annual traditional Long Summer Festival, and there is an interesting egg-beating competition in our class.

In the morning, the students brought eggs, duck eggs and even some goose eggs. The eggs brought by everyone have their own characteristics, including the mighty "Iron Egg No.1"; There are funny "nerds"; There are lovely "silly girls"; And that fat "pig angel" ...

Only those students who are brave enough to introduce their eggs will have the opportunity to play eggs on the stage.

With the teacher's command, the egg-beating competition began. The first group is Wu's book and the ugly fight. I saw Wu holding his beloved "bookworm" in his hands, holding a gap in his hand, smiling and confident. And Fan Shi was very nervous, his face flushed bright red and his hands kept shaking. The bookworm rushed at the ugly guy like a soldier, but the ugly guy shrank back cleverly. Fan Shi hesitated for a long time, as if thinking: Should we go directly? Or wait for the other side to attack? After a while, she seemed to understand something and flew like an arrow to the bookworm. At this point, all the students' hearts were in their throats. With a bang, Wu's "bookworm" died heroically. Ugly ugly is ugly, but brave, and finally becomes the winner of this group.

Seeing this, I really regret that I didn't go on stage to make an introduction. I feel itchy and want to take part in the egg-beating competition. The considerate teacher Lu seemed to read my mind and said, "Let's have a free egg-beating competition next time." As soon as the voice fell, teachers looked for opponents like frying pans. The banging of eggs was painted as a symphony of eggs. I soon asked my good friend Tian Yichen to have a duck-egg competition. At first, I studied Tian Yichen's eggs carefully. Hey, her eggs are so hard that none of them are hollow. I was even more vigilant and specially took a hollow end to compare with her. At first, we couldn't bear to do it. We stretched our hands forward for a while and shrank back for a while. Oh, my God, she bumped into my egg when I wasn't looking. Suddenly, my beloved baby egg cracked a big crack.

Look at other students. Some of them are absorbed in the game, some cheer for victory, and some mourn for failure. ...

Finally, we all ate eggs with relish, and I laughed happily while eating. The egg-beating competition is really interesting!